Whenever I wish to be empty
I think I'm being overwhelmed
With all of the sick beasts clawing
Their way out of my insides
But being numb
Is so twisted
Because nothing matters to me
I'm empty like a porcelain doll
And just as delicate
I just don't care if I break
Just lock me away in a glass box
Or throw me in the ocean
And I'll sink to the bottom
My lungs filling with the black waters
And my heart will turn to ice
At least I'll be full of something.
Is it better to feel pain
Or to feel nothing?
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
